“Welcome, welcome, to the Monster Ball! After that wonderful exhibition of Bobbing for Butt Plugs, we have something totally different! Come one, come all, except you, no cumming for you at all! Tonight, at the Ball we have a special dance event featuring our world class exhibitors The Stomping Mistress and Her Eager Submissive! They’re going to perform the Monster Mash testicle torture right here, live, in front of your disbelieving eyes! That’s right, a live performance just for us, right here in the Enchantrix Ballroom. Don’t forget to make sure you’ve got your raffle tickets; you can win a fantastic prize after our exhibition is complete. What’s the prize? Why, you can win a chance to take on the submissive role in a reprise performance of the Mash for the 9 o’clock showing!”

The Monster Mash

Welcome to the Monsters BallAs the emcee walked away from the podium, a hush fell over the waiting crowd. Mistresses, submissives, and all sorts of wanna-be submissives hoping for a chance with a Mistress waited with bated breath for the performers to take the stage. The world-famous Mistress, known throughout fetish and kinky circles for her merciless sadism and propensity for making her partners openly weep in public, fiery red highlights in her hair, devilish grin on her lips, and short handled riding crop at her side, strode forward to the center of the stage and peered imperiously out at the audience.

“So here you are, ready to be entertained at the expense of some poor submissive male. I’m so sorry to have to tell you, but my slave suffered a small inconvenience, and won’t be able to join us tonight. As a substitute, and a reward to some brave soul, I’m offering a member of our audience a chance to volunteer.”

A hushed murmur went through the waiting audience members, and a shifting of their weight. The Mistress was renowned as a sadistic and cruel dominatrix with a penchant for destroying men’s members. Who would dare to volunteer?

To step forward without even a hint of what The Mistress would demand of her partner; would any be brave enough?

One of the attendees that night was a superfan of the Mistress. He’d been following her social media and blog, her podcasts, her every move online and in real life for years. He printed out pictures of the Mistress and masturbated on them every single night even! He fancied himself Her lover, merely separated from her by circumstance and bad luck. The Monster Ball was an invite only affair, and he, poor beleaguered man that he was, hadn’t been able to weasel himself an invitation, until, that is, he’d found a forum online and talked another attendee into letting him have their ticket. A good sob story and a line of patter will get you far in life, his parents had always said, and he did his best to live down to that expectation. While one might think the Mistress was utterly unaware of this superfan’s existence, or even his attendance at the Ball, one would be incorrect. The Mistress knew he was there, and She knew every inch of the lengths he would go to in his desire to be near Her.

“Come now, surely someone is eager to come stand beside me on this stage! Let me make use of you for our entertainment, for my pleasure… step up, and be seen!”

The superfan took the bait.

The Monster Ball would see a Monster Mash Testicle Torture to beat all previous Mashes!

As the eager fan bounded up onto the stage, grinning for all to see, The Mistress turned from him and began to prepare the tools She would need to teach this male about appropriate boundaries and the dangers of online stalking. A board with a large round hole cut from the center, lacquered clothespins, sterile needle tips in various gauges, a spray bottle of vinegar, and a length of hemp twine all laid out neatly on a slightly tilted tabletop, clearly visible to the eager audience. “Strip” she said to the superfan, and he quickly obeyed, soon standing with his pride and joy fully erect for all to see.

Have you experienced CBT before? Remember that you do have safewords you can choose to use, but that if you use those safewords, I’ll stop touching you and you will be removed from the stage and taken to the backroom for first aid as needed.”

He gulped, suddenly a tiny inkling of what he may have gotten himself into penetrating his horny haze. Wide-eyed, he simply nodded.

Cock and Ball Torture and Teasing with a vindictive twist.

At The Mistress’ gesture, the superfan heaved himself up onto a waiting massage table. Draped in a cotton drop cloth, the table head was slightly elevated, while footrests had been added to allow the waiting submissive to be spread eagle displayed. The snap of plastic as Mistress Harper pulled on black nitrile gloves, and then popped open a bottle of lube seemed to echo in the ballroom. With a cool and disinterested expression, She began to work the superfan’s cock and balls, making them wet and shiny in the gleaming lights. He gripped the sides of the massage table and started to writhe quite quickly. “Good, you’re sensitive still” She said. Leaving him for a moment, she turned for the board, and calmly positioned it so that his cock and balls were pulled through the hole, leaving him no real way to fully reach past the board and touch his own member.

“Do you remember when you found out my home address and posted it in a comment to my blog last year?” She asked him, while watching his reactions. “How about that time you mailed your used cum sock to me?” At this, she began to wind the twine around the base of his cock and balls, and up around just the cock, making both his penis and his testicles stand up proud and tall over the surface of the board. “I remember these things, and many other invasions of my privacy and peace you’ve attempted over the years, John.”

She began to tease the very tip of his cock with one fingertip, all while continuing to look disaffected and remote.

As a high-pitched whine began to exit his throat, his cock throbbing in ecstasy, The Mistress quickly reached down and squeezed his testicles. The whine became an anguished scream, and he began to try to roll off the massage table. However, the grip The Mistress had on his balls prevented him from going too far. “please, please, I’m sorry, please” he sobbed, while The Mistress’ knuckles began to turn white from the grip she was exerting on his jewels.

“You can use your safeword, of course, but then you’ll be gone, and I’ll stop touching you. This is your one and only chance to have me touching your cock, John. Do you want me to stop? Exert your boundary, and I will. Tell me you want your peace, your privacy, your personal space respected. Just as I’ve told you, again and again, only to be met with your advances once more. Say the word, John.

But consider: what would happen to your poor testicles if I decided to take your behavior as my guide?”

Another flex of Her wrist, and clench of Her fingers, and the sounds the superfan was making became simply breathless sobs.

With one hand clenched tight on his balls, The Mistress began to once more tease and stroke his cock with the other, quickly raising the semi-wilted member back to full erect state. Each downward stroke saw Her clenching tighter on his testes, while the upward saw her beginning to release some of the tension on his balls. As the superfan began to gasp out pleas to The Mistress to let him cum, to stop torturing his balls, to please be nice to him, Her face simply grew colder. The Mistress was famous for her cruelty and uncaring demeanor towards slaves and submissives, and had never before taken a man’s penis in Her hand for a public show like this. The audience was enraptured, waiting to see what would happen next. The closer the superfan came to orgasm, the tighter The Mistress clenched down on his nuts with each stroke. Surely, she wouldn’t actually cause him lasting harm, would she?

At last, The Mistress took her hand from his penis, and simply rhythmically squeezed and pulped his testicles, using the pain to drive him closer and closer to cumming. The inhuman sounds the superfan was making echoed in the vaulted ceiling, as he began to dribble out his pathetic seed, despite his clearly purple and deep red testicles squeezed out between The Mistress fingers.

“There, your first proper slave offering. Since you’ve wanted to belong to me for so long, and have gone to such great lengths, perhaps I’ll keep you for a while, before I drop you off in some roadside truck stop with ruined genitals and an insatiable desire for pain and humiliation in order to orgasm. Maybe you’ll last longer than the last stalker I trained.”

The applause from the audience was for The Mistress and the utterly masterful way she’d taken control of this man’s cock and balls.

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement of the ovation she had received from the audience. Her reputation as a sadistic and cruel Mistress was well-earned, and several of the eager submissives in the audience silently vowed to themselves that if she asked for a volunteer again, they would put themselves forward! Just as many vowed to go back to the far safer arena of simple tease and denial games, rather than tempt The Mistress to take them and train them to Her standards.

Do you think you’d volunteer to be on stage with such a cruel and sadistic Mistress?

Remember: the Halloween Blog Train erotic stories are just that: stories. Extreme CBT is a lot of fun to play with, but please play safely and responsibly, and remember that your dear author loves these fantasies, but wants you to exit the fantasy with fully functioning genitals at the end.

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